The story of Lancelots wound is a legendry tale
About love, friendship and betrayal
Lust mixed with love of a woman that was not his
But nothing mattered when they kissed
Arthur was not only his King but also his friend
In which he would search for the grail to the bitter end
England was dying, and so was the King
There seemed no coming to the season of spring
Baron were the lands, pestilent and plagued
The Queen stood by her King but she was easily swayed
Guinevere was as beautiful as her Celtic charm
She never meant to hurt the King and bring him harm
As Arthur, sunk into depression, Lancelot looked on
And soon fell into the arms of the Queen. And he knew he'd done wrong
He fled into the forest and sought shelter from his shame
But this was only the beginning of Lancelots pain
For that evening Guinevere came to him and they made love under the sky
But within their passion Lancelot rolled on to his sword, and let out a cry
"What have I done? I have betrayed my King! My Friend and My Country!"
Guinevere tried to comfort him but he screamed "Don't look at me!"
Lancelot went into exile, and became a man with no name
Riddled with guilt of his actions and sickened by shame
Guinevere spent her days in a convent, succumbed In her sins
Years went by and Arthur, became stronger, his mind on other things
England was at war, fighting the betrayal of his sister and son
His evil sister Morgana, who believed England was hers and was there to be won
But when all seemed doomed and Arthur would never see another day
A figure approached the traitor, Morgana Le Faye.
The great mace swung with such power and force
Full of anger, hatred and bitter remorse
Morgana, slumped to the ground dead
Lancelot picked up his lance and rammed it into Mordreds head
His eyes then glanced over to his King in Battle and needing assistance
And with a battle frenzy, Lancelot came to his king with no hesitance
Bodies of the enemies were flung to their Death
Lancelot then got struck on his side, which took his breath
He managed to get to his King, his friend, and joined him in union
As they lay dying, it was an emotional reunion
Arthur looked into his friends eyes and smiled "You came back for me.."
Lancelot just cried and said "My King, I beg you to forgive me"
Blood was gushing from Lancelots side, as by Arthur he kneeled
And whispered his final breath "My lord it is the old wound, it never healed"
Now the final words from Arthur may or not be true?
But as he held his friends head in his arms, he whispered, "I forgive you….."
